being a mortal girl in the world of Elfhame was already hard enough to live by. making a geas with a prince who was killed to not be enchanted or glamoured made it easier.

Marrying the new High King and being blessed to live as long as he did made it even easier.

Cardan was quite the lover. he was a man who yearned, who wasnt afraid to beg, and made sure you were loved and treated like the Queen you were. you acted as his best knight along with your duties as Queen, and that all but made his infatuation with you deeper.

every night was the same routine. retire to their room, shower, write letters or read, share dinner, and then go to bed. sure, sometimes there were other things they did, like share a glass of wine and conversation, or give massages after a particularly stressful day; on late nights, whoever was the last one in the room had the responsibility of soothing the other back to sleep of they awoke.

This night was no different. You both had a shared a glass of wine before he was called to review something, leaving you to whatever you wanted to do. so, sitting in front of the fire for a few minutes, the bed started calling as exhaustion came quickly. getting up and going to the bed, you laid down under the covers and turned off the lights.

Cardan was back moments later, stripping his shirt to cool off in the warm weather. he crawled into the bed beside you, greeting you with a kiss to your collarbone before completely molding his body to yours. arms wrapped around your waist, her pulled you onto your side so his legs could tangle with yours. his head burrowed into your chest, raven curls falling over his eyes.

“you are perfect.” was the only thing he could mutter as they laid there, content and comfortable. a storm had rolled in, evidence of their stress of the past few days. the rain pattered along the window, the curtains hiding the flashes of lighting. combined with the low rumbles of thunder, it was like a lullaby

“i wouldn’t trade anything for nights like this.”